Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. President What’s-his-face got sworn in today. Yippee! Freedom for everybody. It’s another great day for the great nation of America. Yadda-Yadda-Yadda. I’m pissing all over myself in joy. The world is a better place. Now, let’s all vomit in unison.

Stan Lee’s Spidey Score Settled

Yadda-Yadda-Yadda. Stan Lee won mucho millions when he didn’t pay Kirby, Ditko, or Romita jack shit back in the day. I’m so fuckin’ proud of Stan Lee. Way to stand up to the man. Way to get all that money back from all the great characters you created by yourself. It’s another great day for the great nation of America. I’m pissing all over myself in joy. Now, let’s all vomit two times in honor of the great Stan Lee. BEYOTCH!

I decided I needed a theme song. So, for now, I’m picking one of the new Geto Boys tracks, Nothing 2 Show, off of that Foundation cd. This song represents me how that old Geto Boys track Gangsta of Love used to back when I was a pimped out super-player. Okay, Well, I wasn’t necessarily pimped out, more like punked out. And I wasn’t really a super-player. I was more like a super-played out beyotch. But, in my mind, I was pimped out. And in the end, it’s all about the crap upstairs. Right? I figure if you’re gonna go with an image of yourself, you might as well go along with the lie created up in your own head.

Anyway, I was listening to the new Geto Boys cd, trying to see if this shit was as fucked up as some of the old Geto Boys shit. Unfortunately, the boys have grown up. Now, they’re all I’m an adult and I got lessons to tell and shit. For a little while you think you’re gonna get the crazy fuckin’ ignorant Geto Boys of old, and then they get all elderly and wise on a brother. And it don’t help that they have these generic ass beats backing them. This shit may not be bad, but it ain’t good. And I guess it’s all my fault.

Because I should have known that they couldn’t give me the Geto Boys of old. These dudes are close to forty now. They’re old. They can’t wild out and talk shit like they used to. And I shouldn’t expect them to. They probably got wives and kids. By the way, don’t it weird you out when you hear about some rapper you’ve been listening to having wives and kids. That shit ain’t right. What fuckin’ woman marries a Cool J, or a Snoop Dogg? Who the fuck wanna raise kids with a Bushwick Bill? What kind of shit is that? Rappers, like drugged out rockers, ain’t supposed to be getting married and shit. That shit ain’t right.

But getting back to the point, I decided to stop listening to the new Geto Boys shit, except for my theme song, and I pulled out that Grip It! shit. Now that shit is how I like my Geto Boys. Willie D ain’t supposed to be all wise and shit. That brother supposed to be rhyming currency with don’t fuck wit me, or act all mushy with eat each other’s pussy. I like my Geto Boys stomping the shit outta of somebody and calling women lying ass hoes. It takes me back to the good ole’ days when you could be a pimp ass drug dealin’ gangsta and a righteous ass Farrakhan following black nationalist all at the same time. Why doesn’t ignorant ass shit like that get made anymore. Huh?

Fuck it. Here’s another song from that Foundation shit: The Secret. Enjoy.

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